Siren II

You need to know that you are the one calling the storm. It’s you, and he’s speaking—it would be wise of you to listen.

Locks

Pieces of the mechanisms are slowly turning and clicking into place.

Tropes

I know it’s bad, but god damn it I love a good cliché.

Bloodhound

In my dog’s old age, she has become more and more opposed to meeting new dogs. Honestly, I’ve never related more to an animal in my life.

8th Grade

As a child, literature and poetry meant nothing to me—but Ms. Duncan looked amazing in those sweaters. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and suddenly—by the Grace of hormonal magic—I cared about English.

The Siren

Please Love—just let me bleed in peace.

Fast Forward

The world spins faster and faster. Preach patience and yet you press fast forward. Pick one.

Note to Self

Self induced lobotomies are frowned upon by society.

Purgatory

The surreal’s novelty wore off a long time ago. It’s a lot more gray in here than I thought it would be. The echoes definitely give you migraines. But more than anything—frankly—it’s boring as shit in here.

Reality

The truth is that the only people who even remotely catch my attention are the ones with crazy amounts of confidence. The people who genuinely just reach out and latch onto the things and people they want because they’re aware of the game we’re all playing.

Music

Somewhere along the way, I just quit giving a fuck. I wasn’t happy with the story that was written for me. I threw away my gifts and my last modicum of kindness followed them in to the fireplace. Now, I crank it as high as it can go and watch a silent movie unfold before me.

The irony is—I can’t stand musicals.

Vermont

It’s rare that I encounter someone with that sort of grinning intuition. She knows everything not said, and sees through the things that are. God I can’t wait to see what she pulls off in this life. The one thing I’m sure of is that if she desires it, the whole world will know her name.

Black Widow

I mourn more lives of those I’ve loved in a year, than there are federal holidays.

Finally

It’s finally getting to that moment where it’s no longer a question. It’s no longer a maybe, a possibility, a list of backups, or anything else. It’s simply the only path forward. All other routes mean certain death. I can smell the dragons breath.

Breath

The storm carries my final breath in its winds. My death was swift and quick, but I still can’t leave.

Just a Cliché

Just a big cliché, that’s all. An emo kid from the suburbs of the Midwest, who wore entirely to much black and loved Shakespeare.

Knights

Somewhere along the way, we rejected the noble knights in favor of hollow, lonely, and loveless celebrity. Frankly, it makes me want to wretch up the slick black of the abyss on behalf of us all. Chivalry didn’t fall on its own sword—people held it down and drove its own blade through its chest. It was just the beginning of the greater war against Love itself. They fail to see that slaying the mechanisms of hope is a futile effort, including chivalry. The very essence of hope lives and breathes in Loves realm, not it’s manifestations.

Peculiar

Is it balance…or simply exhaustion.

Birdie

God fucking damn it. I love you. It’s to my shame that in the desire to not let go, I have kept you here well past your time. I’m grateful for the extra time with you, and I’m terrified that my selfishness will prolong your suffering. I don’t think I can let go—so when the time comes, you have to go. You have to be the one to let go. I’ll figure it out after. I love you pup.

Lessons

Somewhere out there in neverwhere, there’s a version of me who was far less arrogant. He decided to stay and cultivate an empire. He’s basking in the sun of the Laguna Hills. He’s taking long drives up and down the coastline. Somewhere out there in neverwhere, there’s a younger less arrogant version of me who was happy with what he had.